Quotes About Reflection

I'd give something to see that. Mostly, I'd just to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.

Itt az Å'sz, járt a fejemben, itt az Å'sz. Mintha most elÅ'ször volna itt, fura dolog. ?sz. Még nem is olyan régen tavasz volt, aztán nyár, most meg Å'sz – fura csakugyan.

When this is all over, I told myself, you will hate yourself for wasting so much time . .

Mostly, I'd just like to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.

Elveszni talán nem is olyan rossz.

The walls are white as the white suits, polished clean as a refrigerator door, and the black face and hands seem to float against it like a ghost.

Ez nem én vagyok. Ez nem lehet énnekem az arcom. Az se én voltam, aki ezt az arcot elÅ'ször fölpróbáltam. Se akkor, se most – csak amit az emberek kinéznek belÅ'lem, úgy nézek ki. Mintha kinézetre sose lettem volna én.

And the more I think about how nothing can be helped, the faster the fog rolls in.

When a man showed up you didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at yours, because it's painful to see somebody so clear that it's like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, as painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.

It means this is the only way we ever see ourselves; looking out, at others, reflected through cobwebs from an attic window . . .

I've thought of everything, know what I mean?

Senki se egy nagy csoda, és mégis az van, hogy mindenki a másik rágásával-szapulásával tölti a java életét.

swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing-half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could

Sometimes—after futile all-nights—deserts fill my work-house and smoking sand gets in my eyes . . . and I must split the swollen cabin to check the dawn, to find: the creek still parties with the moon . . . the thrusting pine and whippoorwills still celebrate the sun. It generally works, and things are cool, but sometimes—after cutting out—nothing out there happens but the night. And those days were best forgotten.

Our thermosed lives are, at best nine-tenths of the time padded by vacuum and sealed by silvered silicon, but, for all their artificiality, we are generally able to find means for unstoppering them now and then, and enjoy at least some portion of addlepated freedom.

In the deepening sky where the spearpoint firs scratch the clouds, already a moon—like a cast-off paring from the setting sun. This is Hank's bell, too.

Si-aproape ca zaresc masinaria din ei preluand cuvintele pe care tocmai le-am rostit si-incercand sa le potriveasca ici sau colo, intr-un loc sau altul, si cand constata ca acele cuvinte n-au un loc dinainte stabilit unde sa se aseze, masinaria din ei se leapada de cuvinte de parca nici n-ar fi fost rostite.

He had made his trip without quite realizing it.

The days are the same, though, damn it (days that you feel like pages of soft wet sandpaper in your fingers, the silent pliant teeth of time eating away); the summers are the same.

And becomes aware of her image once more, vaguely reflected in the dirty attic window: what does it mean, all this concern about our images? It means this is the only way we ever see ourselves; looking out, at others, reflected through cobwebs from an attic window

This kept happening, off and on. It'd be bright for a little bit, everything shining like chrome, waxy-looking, polished, then go dark as muddy water.

uboga siedziba mej zmarnowanej mlodosci.

I turned, going back along the planks toward the idling pick-up without saying anything else. I just wanted to be away from people. I didn't want to have to avoid answering questions about what happened. I didn't want the questions.

Mi lenne itten, ha mindenki akkor állna neki a fogát sikálni, amikor eszébe jut?